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Count

Count the happines

Not the sadness

Count the heartbeats

Not the heartaches

Count the stars

Not your worries

Count your blessings

Always

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The One’s I Broke

I told stories of how I got broken

But there seems to be one unspoken

Of those from the otherside.

 

Their feelings they told

Some wished that together we grow old

But I saw none of that for me.

 

Some had feelings that might have been true

Some just wanted to hear me say, “I love you too”

But I turned them all down.

 

What was it that I was searching for?

None of them had made a score

They were the wrong fit.

 

I feel sorry for the one’s I broke

I pray they find someone who can truly laugh at their jokes

I just knew, that would never be me.

Easier

Is it easier to hurt than to love?

Easier to promise the stars above

Than to just be kind to the needy.
Is it easier to walk away than to stay?

Easier to promise a better day

Than make one for someone.
Sometimes it’s easier to lose hope than be hopeful

Because the people now have made me doubtful 

And that’s a sad thing, I reckon.

The Past

I wanted you but you didn’t 

I wanted to hope but I couldn’t 

I wanted love but lost it

You broke my heart.
I took the leap but you stayed behind

I gave my heart but you were unkind

I was hurt

But you didn’t care.
I was all that but that was before

Because now I have moved on.

How Did You Break?

How did you break and why?

How did they make you cry?

How did those beautiful eyes turn blue?

Why couldn’t they truly love you?

They broke you

Hurt you

And here you are now

Broken but still fighting somehow

Love Again

Broken hearts that lead you home

A place of silence to call your own

Love that was not to be

Tears that no one sees

Joys, no matter how small

Still good after all

No matter if you got bruised

Or if you felt being used

Love more and love again

Damaged

I have been damaged

I have been challenged

I have been down

Unhappy and sad

But I have seen sunshine

Even when I’ve seen rain

I have been through a lot

And a lot more to come

But I know, I’ll be alright 

Yes, I’ll be alright

Makes Me Rhyme

I hate that I love you

I hate that I care

I hate that I’m hurting

I hate it, I swear
I hate the way you make me smile

I hate that I’m still waiting

I hate being so close to you

I hate that I am aching 
I hate hearing your name

It should be good as committing crime

I hate hating you because…

Hating you makes me rhyme 

Innocent Eyes

I looked at those innocent eyes and wondered what would become of them

The young heart that’s been through a lot already

I pray that they grow up to help better this war torn place

I pray they grow up

I cried a bucket full upon seeing the hurt and trauma

Such innocence, such purity, ruined by those who could not see

I looked at those innocent eyes and I felt my heart being torn apart

I feel fine

“I feel fine”, is what I always say

But most often, I’m really not

I feel fine, physically I do

Emotionally though, I’m really not

I feel fine, I don’t show the hurt

But I know soon I really will

I feel fine, that’s what I always say

Even when in truth I’m not

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